"I really didn't expect that the painting could be painted like this, and it could be painted like this!" Wu Shouqing opened his mouth wide, his face full of shock and amazement.

His group of old friends nodded in unison, and the shock in their hearts was no less than that of Wu Shouqing.

An old man lifted the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and sighed: "This kind of painting technique is really unseen and unheard of." A sip of hot tea sprayed on the painting turned out to be a drastic change in the scenery in the painting. Those meaningless ink balls are actually scattered under the action of tea, or there is a sense of layering, so that this painting has changed from graffiti to a vast grassland!

Another old man chimed in: "This kind of magical painting technique is indeed amazing. If I guess correctly, the reason for this change is that I first have to design the thickness of the ink mass at the beginning of the painting, so that a sip of tea can be sprayed to make the ink mass spread out to different degrees and appear layered. Secondly, the angle, strength and amount of tea spraying are also exquisite. Otherwise, even if the tea sprays down, even if it can make the ink mass change, it will not be able to become such a charming masterpiece!"

This old man's analysis from a technical point of view caused people to keep bowing their heads, and they all felt that his analysis was correct.

"This kind of painting technique sounds like a simple one—lay the foundation in advance, and then spray it with a sip of tea to make the painting take shape. But the actual operation is extremely difficult! If it were not for the great attainments and great skills in painting, it would not have been possible! Not to mention anything else, how to ensure that after the tea is sprayed, the ink ball can spread out according to the plan conceived in advance, and countless people can be stumped!"

"That's right, we've really seen each other today!"

"I really didn't expect that after a sip of tea, a 'graffiti' would become a masterpiece. This is really an ugly duckling turning into a white swan in the world of calligraphy and painting!"

Wu Shouqing also commented at this time: "The painting technique of spraying tea is indeed very peculiar, but what shocks me even more is the artistic conception of this painting! To be precise, it is the vigorous vitality and vigorous vitality it exudes! I feel that after seeing this painting, my spirit has become much better, and even I feel that I seem to have become younger, and I have found the state and feeling when I was in my prime!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted a chorus of echoes.

"I feel that way too!"

"I thought it was a delusion, but I didn't expect you to feel this way. ”

"I also feel like I'm much younger and more energetic! I really didn't expect a painting to have such an effect, it's amazing!"

"I also have a collection of many famous paintings, but none of them can be compared with the previous paintings!"

There is also a person who knows a lot about calligraphy and painting, and made a technical analysis: "The reason why this is the case is because the artistic conception of this painting has reached a perfect state. When we see this painting, we can't help but be brought into its artistic conception. And in this painting, whether it is the sky and the earth, the vast grassland, or the herds of cattle and sheep, they are all symbols of vitality and vitality! Therefore, its artistic conception is also full of vigorous vitality and vigorous vitality, and under the influence of this artistic conception, the vitality and vitality in our bodies have also been mobilized! This painting has gone beyond the scope of ordinary paintings, and is enough to become a classic for generations! It is really amazing! If we can look at this painting for a while every day, not to mention returning to youth, at least maintaining vitality and prolonging life, there is no problem!

Everyone nodded again and again, all with an unclear expression.

Wu Cheng muttered in his heart: "Damn, you won't have accepted Zhao Yuan's kid's money, right? The touting is boundless! It is still a classic? It is still a perfect artistic conception? Why don't I think this painting is so powerful?"

Although he also agreed that Zhao Yuan's painting method was very peculiar, and at the same time felt that this picture of the grassland outside the Saiwai was indeed a good painting, he did not feel the artistic conception of what these old men said, as well as any vigorous vitality and vigorous vitality from this painting.

In fact, not only him, but most of the young people present did not feel it.

Because this is not an ordinary painting, but a 'medicine painting' that can be used to heal diseases.

The upgrading and vitality of young people are inherently strong, so as long as they are not seriously ill, they will not feel the vigor and vigor in this painting. The old people are different, their vitality and vitality have been exhausted, so when they see this painting, they immediately feel it, and it is very obvious!

Wu Cheng didn't know the mystery in this painting, so he couldn't understand why these old men wanted to praise this painting vigorously. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, were these old guys bought by Zhao Yuan, or were they collectively blind?

He couldn't help it, so he asked, "Is this painting really that good?" than Mr. Monqu's work?"

This question made Wu Shouqing and other old people fall into discussion. A moment later, the person who knew the most about painting replied on behalf of everyone: "Far inferior!"

Wu Cheng couldn't help but laugh and glanced at Zhao Yuan proudly.

Even if everyone blows your painting well, it's not as good as Mr. Mengqu's painting! And it's still far inferior!

As he was smug, the old man continued: "Although Mr. Mengqu's work is good, it is only an ordinary product, and it is not comparable to this painting at all!"

Do you hear that?

Wu Cheng became more and more proud, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

But in the next second, he suddenly came back to his senses, and after being stunned for a moment, he asked, "Grandpa Qian, are you saying the opposite?"

"No, I don't. The old man spread his hands with a surprised expression.

Wu Chengxin said that you are really old and confused, and you don't even know if you say the wrong thing. But he pretended to have a respectful expression on his face, and said, "You just said that Mr. Mengqu's work is not as good as this painting......

"That's what I said. The old man nodded, "But that's right." ”

"Huh?" Wu Cheng was stunned, how could this be right?

Before he could ask a rhetorical question, the old man continued: "Mr. Mengqu's paintings, in terms of skill and artistic conception, are far inferior to Zhao Yuan's paintings! Not only the picture of the pine crane that you brought to prolong, but also his pinnacle work! It can even be said that not only Mr. Mengqu, but also the works of all painters today are inferior to this painting!"

"What?" Wu Cheng opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

He really wanted to ask this old man, how much did he charge Zhao Yuan, but he didn't even want his face?!

(End of chapter)